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I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around,
and the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
not even close…
not even a little bit…
not even at all.
This is me right now.
In other news, The Festival of Colors was awesome, I'm sure you've all seen my many multi-colored pictures, so I needn't post them here. Just don't get that stuff in your mouth.. I was spitting the rainbow the whole day.
My friends and I have decided to try and do a weekly outing of some sort every Sunday.. this weekend is going to be the hot springs :) We are going to go during the day, so I will finally be able to see where I've walked all these months :)
My car broke again; fuel injectors this time. One went boom and I kept driving on it unknowingly.. the shop said that my car could have exploded into flames at any moment, isn't that lovely? Yeah, I thought so too.
So that's getting fixed right now.
Megan keeps saying she wants to move away to somewhere with beaches.. most recently it's been southern California, and while California is expensive.. it's a nice thought. I'd like to move out of state, get some new experiences under my belt. I'm worried that I'd be running away from a few things if I left, but maybe running isn't such a bad thing anymore. We'll see how that goes.
No real plans beyond that. I've been watching Bones like a bitch, Netflix online is pretty much a gift from God, lemme tell you. I just wish they had some of the other shows I like, like House, that I could see from the beginning.
Oh, funny story. I had to bring a drunk friend home last night so I could take care of them, and Angelique's dad noticed even though I hoped that he didn't. The next morning he just pokes his head in my room and asks "So, how is you inebriated friend doing this morning?" with this knowing smile on his face.
I thought it was pretty funny :)
Luvs
-Nessa-
